Upon hearing Zhao Ritian's question, Lin Xi glanced at the leftover breakfast on the dining table not far away.
Hmm, there's quite a bit left!
Because he ate a lot last night and it was so late, he prepared breakfast as usual this morning and found he couldn't eat much.
So, there was a lot left over.
"That's the breakfast I made earlier. If you want to eat, you can go have some!" he said.
Anyhow, leaving it there uneaten is a waste, better let the little fatty eat it.
After all, since he brought such valuable gifts, you ought to offer him something to eat, right?
Zhao Ritian smiled cheekily and said nonchalantly, "Then thank you, Brother Lin, I'll go have some!"
He also turned to the slightly eccentric Third Grandpa and the stoic uncle and said, "Third Grandpa, Uncle, why don't you also have some?"
"I see there's still a lot on the table, and it's even steaming hot!"
But neither Zhao Tu nor the old man paid him any attention.
